Rumbrave - Murder By Death

DmI (xx0231@1)had jade colored eyes
That shimmered in the sun
If you stared at them too long
You'd catch a glimpse of what I'd done
The faces of the damned
And all the butchered lambs
If I had to do it over
I just would've done it slower

Bb (x1333x@1)                     GmWhen (355333@1)we meet you will see
DmI (xx0231@1)will destroy everything of beauty
Bb (x1333x@1)                     GmWhen (355333@1)we meet then you'll know
DmI'll (xx0231@1)be the axe that clears the forest

DmWhen (xx0231@1)I had my fill and tasted every kill
There was nothin' left to do
             Bb (x1333x@1) GmBut (355333@1)bow out of this world
I heard tell of a place
Where the dead walk tall and proud
Where men like me were needed
            Bb (x1333x@1) GmTo (355333@1)thin the growing crowd

Gm (355333@1)                    DmDeep (xx0231@1)below the dunes I roved
Gm (355333@1)                    DmPast (xx0231@1)the rows past the rows
Gm (355333@1)                    DmBeside (xx0231@1)the acacias freshly in bloom
Bb (x1333x@1)    Gm (355333@1)            DmI (xx0231@1)send men to their doom

this part is played using these two chords
e|1   1
b|3   3
G|2   3
D|0   0
Dm  Bb/D

I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
With no place to lay my head
The sound of the rain against the roof
Was loud enough to wake the dead
And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
But all I could do was get back on the road

DmSo (xx0231@1)I came upon a shanty town
Full of bitter men
Where carved into a crude wood sign
It read 'welcome to the end'
For a dollar you could buy a girl
Of every possible design
But you couldn't find one decent man
Or a word spoken kind
BbWhiskey (x1333x@1)was for supper
GmA (355333@1)man couldn't ask for better!

Bb (x1333x@1)                     GmWhen (355333@1)we meet you will see
DmI (xx0231@1)will destroy everything of beauty
Bb (x1333x@1)                     GmWhen (355333@1)we meet then you'll know
DmI'll (xx0231@1)be the axe that clears the forest

I spent those days huntin' hard and fast
With no place to lay my head
And the sound of the rain against the roof
Was loud enough to wake the dead
And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
But all I could do was get back on the road

We were left alone left alone
Every king on his lonely throne
We were left alone left alone
Every king on his lonely throne
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